Brett said, Better that you dropped it than me. He knew that I wanted to take a picture of it for you and that I was disappointed in not being able to do that. He was happy to have no part in the egg drop incident.
We are back to hot days this weekend. The nights are nice and cool, in the mid 50s, but the days are back up to the low-to-mid 90s.
Last night some neighbors came over and we drank margaritas and sat, talking, in the garden until well after dark.
This morning I rode Lucy. When we walked outside a bit after 7:00, Lucy saw me and started galloping like a nutcase around her pasture. I decided to ride her after breakfast instead of before. She clearly wanted her hay and she wanted it ASAP. So, it was already 80 in the shade with the sun beating down when I fetched her from her pasture at 9:00.
I tacked her up in the barn where it was cooler. We only rode for a few minutes; that sun was doing a number on both of us. We cooled off by walking under the trees and then I gave her a bath.
I put her back in her pasture, still wet, and she immediately rolled. Wet horses love to roll, its hard-wired into their DNA. The minute I slipped the halter off, she started pawing the dust and snorting. Then she lowered herself into the dirt and groaned with pleasure as she flipped from side to side.
We have friends coming over this evening for dinner. In the meantime, we are hiding inside and the horses are hanging in the shade or by the water trough.